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Tiefling Boyfriend: Mercutio 4 (special preview)
🕑 Added 2020-07-31 21:00:02 +0000 UTCI’ve still not fully recovered from the attack on my life a while ago. The venom still has it’s hold on me and it’s made me weak. I have to walk with a cane these days, and I have to rest my hands often when I am working. Although, if I wasn’t working I think I would go crazy. It’s bad enough I can’t work the way I am used to. But I know there is a beast breathing down my neck, so if I do not keep up the subterfuge, she’ll bite me.
I am not talking about Lena either. It would be offensive to refer to them as a beast. Lena is much more like me than either of us would care to admit. Whoever she is working for, or whatever personal reasons she has for being here, she is less a stress on me than my mother.
Fierna, my supposed mother, has been really chomping at the bit lately. The attack has done nothing to bubble up the maternal feelings inside her. The only thing the attack caused was her adding more security to the castle. All she ever did was send me flowers. Which I prefer. Being in her presence only causes the rage inside me to overflow. I see her and I think of my real mother, the woman who raised me, the woman who died.
Right now, my main concern with my work is not how much I can get done, but rather, how I can possibly go about it. I have a long list of people Fierna either wants assuaged to her side, or other. Other can mean a multitude of things, sometimes dishonor, other times it’s a little bit worse. Most of what I do these days is blackmail, not exactly grand but it keeps me busy. What I needed at this time was someone, or something, that could help me in my daily errands, someone who knew things, everything.
“Here’s the parchment you asked for, Master Mercutio.” August has been a godsend, not only has he become my right hand man in all things, but he’s helped keep things running smoothly even when I cannot.
“Thank you, August.” I sit up in my seat from slouching.
“This is kind of a strange parchment,” August murmurs. “You’re not getting yourself into any more trouble are you?”
I smile up at August, he’s been so attentive since the attack. “You’re such a good boy August. But not to worry about me.”
“That’s just the thing, as of late, that is all I can do about you.” August takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. “This parchment is mainly used by the noble houses in Dartsmith.”
“Aren’t you too smart for your own good.” I click my tongue as I look up at him. “Don’t worry about what houses, or what noblemen are writing their scathing letters on. You best worry about how I’m going to ruin your reputation once I’m strong enough to ride you again.”
August’s cheeks blossom bright red in an instant. “Master Mercutio, you should focus on getting better.”
I smirk. “I bet you would like nothing better than taking off those pants and thrusting that thick cock down my throat.” I lick my lips and lean closer to him. “I am a little hungry.”
August frowns at me. “Master Mercutio,” he growls warningly.
I lift my hand and make a stroking motion in the air. “Should I finish my forgeries or should I make you come?”
August places his hand over mine and eases it back down onto the desk. “You should stop tormenting me.”
“It’s been so long though,” I whine. “I miss cock, I miss sex. Don’t you miss it?”
August places his glasses back on. “I am fine. Some of us aren’t debauched nymphs like you.” The smirk on his lips is well earned.
I place my hand on the small of his back. “Is that what you really think of me?”
August swallows and he glances back down at me. “I think many things about you, Master Mercutio, and sometimes too much.”
